Waiting in Europe

Day three of the journey and haven’t left the airport.  I feel rested however I have no clue what time it is nor the day.  After an enjoyable eight hour flight from ATL with a group from Bama, I am in chilly Schipol airport (Amsterdam).  The last time I flew through here I got a beautiful tour of the city.  To many people this may be a “dirty city” but to me it hold many fond memories.

Currently I am sitting here waiting to board my flight, watching people go by.  I especially like doing this in Europe as everyone has a story.  Most are dressed in dark colors with the occasional eccentric outfit.  Different accents and languages…. Diverse expressions and gaits… There is truly a diversity among people.